Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
Valeria paused for a moment before replying, “Alden’s heading overseas for ear surgery. Since Leonino is the doctor in charge of his case, he’s going with him. He probably left early to prepare for the procedure p>
“Then—then why did Leonino shut me out?” Savannah clung to doubt. She wasn’t ready to accept Valeria’s explanation at face value.
Valeria could only offer her perspective. “That’s something only you can figure out. You tried to control his life, and he had to break away to breathe. Cutting contact might have been the only way for him to claim some independence p>
“Don’t you dare twist the story!” Savannah barked. “You’re just blaming me to hide the fact that you lured my son in p>
Valeria was momentarily speechless. She shook her head slightly and gently offered, “My therapy is a set program—five sessions spread out over a month. Right now, you’re clearly going through a rough patch emotionally. I’m sure even you’ve started to notice it. Why not give the sessions a try p>
Before Savannah could lash out again, Valeria quickly added, “That way, you’ll see for yourself that I’m not chasing after your son or planning to leave the country with him p>
Deep down, Savannah was nearly convinced—but she’d rather eat nails than let Valeria see it. Lately, she’d been riding waves of insomnia and mood swings, haunted by a quiet, creeping sense that life had somehow lost its flavor. She hated to admit it—even to herself—but there was no denying that she might actually be dealing with a mental health crisis.
So, like always, she put on a mask. Pretending to be reluctantly cooperative, she waved a hand dismissively. “Fine. I’ll just help with your income generation and accept your so-called therapy p>
Before Valeria could even reply, Savannah added quickly—too quickly, “But I’m not sick, alright? I’m just here to keep an eye on you p>
Valeria smiled gently. “Of course. You’re only here to keep an eye on me.” She kept her voice soft, almost amused, then asked, “Shall we begin the first session p>
“I already brought the money,” Savannah muttered with a huff, arms crossed. “If we don’t do this, it’s just going to waste!” Still playing the proud cynic, still pretending not to care—though it was obvious she did. Valeria nearly laughed but caught herself, slipping back into the calm professionalism she wore like armor.
And just like that, their first session began.
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At first, Savannah sat rigid, answering only when asked—and even then, it was like the words were being yanked from her with pliers. But Valeria’s questions had teeth. They found the soft spots. And slowly, the walls began to crack.
From the outside, Savannah’s life had always looked polished—expensive clothes, exclusive circles, and well-timed smiles. But underneath the gloss, there had been years of slow, private misery.
Once she lowered her defenses, the pain poured out fast and raw: the betrayal that gutted her when she found out about her husband’s infidelity, the fury from being mocked by the mistresses, and the crushing weight of raising her son alone while pretending everything was fine.
Valeria listened closely, then, when Savannah finished, she leaned in to offer her advice. “When it comes to healing trauma, you have to go to the root. And from what I see, most of your pain leads back to your husband. Maybe leaving him is the only way to start over p>